A Quick Note To Prove I Am Alive.

I've become a bit like Arthur Dent, only I don't have a Ford Prefect. Death of a Doorbell paved the way to me losing my apartment in Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic to make way for an extra-relationship bypass, and I completely missed the big yellow bulldozer parked on the 4th floor. Hint: Read the comments on the referenced page.

Where Arthur thought he found Fenchurch, he instead found Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz. Or someone like Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz. Well, you get the point.

Of course, the truth is that I am really John Watson.

So when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. So long, and thanks for all the carne.

So while all of this happened, I ended up on an airplane headed for Costa Rica - and here I am. And here I have been.

I was missing my Electronic Thumb for a few days - it was confiscated by a few humans while I was involved in experiments by aliens on Software Libre people (thankfully, I was not probed), and the first time I had a chance I activated the Electronic Thumb.

I'm hitchhiking right now. Ain't that cool? I expect it would be cool to everyone except a Vogon. But the feel of the fresh wind in your hair can never be replaced by a roof and a doorbell that needs to be disconnected.

I wonder if the doorbell has been reconnected yet. No I don't.

So anyway, I'm bopping around Latin America, having a pretty froody time. I'm throwing myself at the ground and missing, and soaring.

While I was offline (with no Electronic Thumb), work piled up and I am only now beginning to catch up. Never, EVER will I be placed in such a position consciously. That severely sucked. I'm still pulling trackback spam out of websites, and transcribing things for people with prods.

I even wrote a froody article while in captivity - you can read it here. I suppose it may anger people who lock away their content, but then I can't see their content anyway. So what can they do to me? Expose me to the information that they are hoarding?

Ahh well. Life is short.

So here I am, looking for the Answers to Life, the Universe and Everything, hanging out on the Heart of Gold (Mitch's place is really nice), and surviving all the Vogons out there.

My life *is* an Infinite Improbability Machine. Thankfully, I drink coffee instead of tea.

Karma, Neh?